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Dear Reader,
My husband's out of town on business so I've been home alone for a week. I love my husband dearly, but I must admit I was kind of excited about the idea of being home alone. Two days before he left, I was daydreaming and mentally thumbing through the "home-alone" catalog, circling all of the neat things I'd be able to do when I had the house completely to myself.
But being home alone hasn't been the cool adventure I thought it would be. I think I should ask for my money back. Two people might be able to live as cheaply as one, but when two people usually do the household chores, and now there's only one--well you get the idea. (The guys on the garbage truck this morning were taking bets on whether the woman in her nightgown could get her big green trash container to the curb before they drove on by.)
Part of the problem with my home alone fantasy is that I'm not actually home alone. Rudy, Billee and Abby, our three indoor cats, are still here and they refuse to do any household chores. And Rudy had some minor surgery, the day before my husband left, so now twice a day I have to get a pill down Rudy's throat, and then wash the pill down with a vile of antibiotics, then wash out Rudy's right ear with a solution, wait 15 minutes, and add six drops of medicine. I don't look forward to our little doctoring sessions and neither does Rudy. He takes his medicine, but then Rudy retaliates--and he gets me good.
Rudy's discovered a secret weapon. He has to wear one of those plastic, Elizabethan cone collars so he can't pull the bandage off his ear--and he's turned the collar into a snow plow. Full speed ahead! Rudy walks around the house plowing down anything in his way. I swear that cat knows what he's doing. Books flying off my desk, pens falling on the floor, nothing stops him. Rudy just plows it down. At 5:30 the other morning, I heard a loud crash in the kitchen and Rudy had snow-plowed the plates right off the counter. Broken dishes everywhere--I'm yelling--and the "three-little-kittens" are peeking around the kitchen door watching me clean up the mess.
Ah, the fun of being home alone.
My husband's out of town on business--won't be home for two more days--and I have to say that suddenly I'm really, really, excited about the idea "not" being home alone. Yes, siree, I can't wait to get rid of this peace and quiet and do-whatever-I-want-routine.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
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